I came across this poem in an old notebook I kept my Chinese study notes in. The entry was marked July 29, 2003. I  vaguely recall having a weird dream just before waking one morning and writing down these lines. What was I thinking?

Taipei 2003.7.29

Furious Angels

An uprising swelling from the pith of your heart

Seething, surging, rending, not going to stop.

Bursting your ribs, cracking your skull . . .

Consuming from within . . . going out of control.

Stare the Beast in the eye, you melt away

Enveloped by the fury that is here to stay.